A ciascuno il suo.

[blaising_fury]

Those who are lonely would do well to reach out to those that can make the tides turn

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[bullystrode]

Bene detto, caro mio.

[blaising_fury]

Grazie, bella.

[swanchang]

Two of those apply to me, I think. Does one supercede the other?

[blaising_fury]

I am sure that one as intelligent as yourself can discern the answer.

[swanchang]

That sounds flattering, in which case, I'll accept the more flattering answer.

[blaising_fury]

You have chosen wisely.

[pure_nobility]

I hate metaphors. They are a blister on my foot.

Which go pop.

Heh.

[blaising_fury]

Lovely.

And this is so important that you feel you must inform me of it posthaste despite the fact that I have been, what was it, lower than cauldron scum in your eyes?

[pure_nobility]

I wasn't being posthastey, really.

Oh there are worse things than being cauldron scum. Like not owning a parrot or having holes in ones socks or having horrible disfiguring freckles or not having any money or preferring rowing to quidditch or being in any other house other than Slytherin.

Heh. Posthastey. I could go for some posthastey pudding.

[blaising_fury]

Fine. You were not being posthastey. Your language skills continue to impress me, Draco.

Hmm. You have made a few valid points there.

What, no figgy pudding?

[forever_cannons]

Those who never shut up should do so eventually.

Not that it matters.

[blaising_fury]

You don't matter, Weasley. Go tend to Pansy.

[forever_cannons]

Right, I don't matter, I'm off.

[fletchfinchley]

I sense that I should feel affronted somehow, but I really don't think it's worth my time at the moment.

Cheers, Zabini.

[blaising_fury]

Cheers, Fletch-Finchley, J.